“I had a really good experience of flowing.” It has been pretty obvious for the past few days that Sarvagata is having an extraordinarily good start to his 3100 mile adventure. Yesterday he ran 130 laps which was the most of any of the other runners. But it is not just the numbers that tell the story, it is also his very presence. He seems to exude a deep sense of calmness and tranquility.
It is not without effort of course but it is almost as though the big numbers are not accumulating with struggle but with surrender. That something else is pushing him along and he is just a passenger.
It was on Wednesday that his running, he says, became almost effortless. For a time all parts of his being seemed to exist in complete harmony. He felt quite clearly that this experience had come directly from Sri Chinmoy. “You could call it cosmic consciousness, or whatever. I had that experience and nearly burst into tears. It was hard to breathe because it was so delightful.”
The power of that most significant inspiration he continues to try and maintain, though the exact experience has not repeated itself. He describes how much he yearned for it to return. “I am waiting and waiting, and running and running.” (Laughter)
“I don’t feel like I am running faster, but somehow it happens that it is a little bit faster than usual. So I think in this case expectation adds up the miles.” Yesterday he says, when he ran 71 miles, “I had an experience not so bright, but still really outstanding, for me. I was really happy yesterday, and the day before yesterday, and the day before yesterday.”
When I suggest that today seems to be going pretty smoothly, he says, “yeah, I am a little ahead of my morning schedule. Usually I am waking up the first 10 laps.”
One can always hope that bliss and joy be part of every moment here. The life of a 3100 mile runner though is filled however with many rich experiences. Learning and becoming are established only by conquering challenge and adversity. Without obstacles, without the goal of perfection enticing us to go on, than self transcendence itself could not even exist.
Perhaps the script has already been written for each who runs here. The outcome known but certainly yet to be revealed. Two days ago Sarvagata was granted a most significant and rewarding stroll through the garden of his own inner beauty. Tomorrow, it may not be so easy, but at least he can always remember the sweet fragrance he felt there for a time. Tomorrow, or on other countless tomorrows to come, at least maintain a prayerful hope, to find his way once again back along that same sun-bright path of his heart’s eternal journey.